Always wishing I lived with a different family
I wouldn't care if I had to pay the rent
As long as I could live my life the way I want it lived
You're always yelling at me
Taking things away from me after you gave them to me
What is the point of giving it to me in the first place?
Is that how you learn to hurt me more?
The missing never goes away
It always stays
Like a shadow or a monster in the dark
A child is always afraid
If only there was some where to run to
To get away never to see your face again
To make the pain end
Make it stop and go away
Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.
